Don’t believe me? Check *this* out, as found for 50 cents in a local Goodwill, on the “Chronicles” album by Booker T & Priscilla Jones. The liner notes (and a bunch of obsessive Web sites) tell me that’s “Bobby Dylan” mornfully emoting on the harmonica.
As always, I look forward to your responses.
HVB
I’m ready for stroll down the line, right behind Geoff “Top Step” Jenkins!
Here’s a follow-up message I received from RTH Labs Senior Analyst Milo T. Frobisher this morning:
Greetings, Hrrundi!
Well, I see that the pale and pasty residents of the Hall have acquitted themselves surprisingly well on our most recent laboratory challenge. Nevertheless, I suspect many will be surprised when they hear the songs that continue to mystify them — once they hear them “forwards.” Would you be so kind as to post the collage I sent, in “forwards” mode?
Thank you again for your dedicated service to the scientific pursuit of rock and roll.
Sincerely,
Milo T. Frobisher
Senior Research Analyst
RTH Labs
Milo’s wish, as always, is my command. Here’s the file in question.
HVB
I’ll leave it to you to define albums you associate with whatever goes on in the privacy of your bedroom – just as I’ll leave it to you whether you want to share those experiences while listening to your favorite bedroom albums. Whether your associations are as pure and innocent as those of the long-locked boy sitting by his bedroom window, tracing the dripping of a lone raindrop with his fingertip or something not so pure and innocent, what I do request of you is an accounting of your favorite bedroom albums. Take it from there, should you choose, you forlorn dreamers!
Recently a well-known Townsperson posted a poll question that invited fellow Townspeople to poke fun at Daryl Hall, of the popular vocal duo Hall & Oates, for failing to show for his scheduled singing of the National Anthem before Game 5 of the 2008 World Series. His old singing partner, John Oates, filled in admirably, and some of us thought we were having some fun.
It was then brought to our attention that Mr. Hall was feeling “under the weather” owing to a flare up of his Lyme disease – no laughing matter – and that otherwise he would never have missed this great honor in front of his hometown fans on baseball’s largest stage. It was then brought to my attention that this would have been Hall’s second singing of the National Anthem before a Phillies’ home World Series game. Hall sang before one of the 1993 games, which I sadly missed while living abroad.
As our way of kicking off the final innings of the suspended Game 5 and apologizing to Daryl Hall, John Oates, Oates’ moustache, and the first two (and only) unadorned notes sung by Pattie LaBelle in her rendition the night before, Rock Town Hall remembers Daryl Hall’s 1993 redition of our National Anthem[.em…em…].
As our way of keeping it real, who better delivered the anthem, Hall or Oates?
Memorabilia from some of punk rock’s biggest acts and seminal moments — including a scrawled flier for one of the Clash’s first shows and publicity photos signed by the Sex Pistols — is headed for a Nov. 24 Christie’s auction.
Full story here.
Items include an unwashed rag used by Johnny Thunders to wipe gob off his face between sets and a tissue used by Dee Dee Ramone to clean the man goo out of his nostrils after taking a facial from a businessman at lunch in a bus depot to pay for glue.
What would you pay top dollar for?
I know I’m overstepping my bounds a bit as Moderator of this esteemed rock music discussion blog, but I’m pretty steamed about the handling of last night’s suspended World Series Game 5. If I didn’t have a burning desire to see if my team could win the Championship at home I’d write it off as yet another black mark on Commissioner Bud Selig’s reign of error. If I wasn’t finally getting sick of eating a cheesesteak or a hoagie on the day of every Phillies postseason, a ritual that seemed like a good excuse to load up on two of my favorite Philly dishes for a couple of weeks, I believe I’d be merely anxious to see what promises to be the sort of unusual finish that sometimes makes baseball more than what any fan might imagine.
Mother Nature must take her share of the blame, yet who am I to question her ways. The game needed to be suspended, and please be clear: I’m way past my brief homer reaction of thinking that the game should have been suspended a half inning earlier, when the Phils were leading 2-1. I’ve actually managed to think that the situation when the game was suspended will be an advantage to my team’s chances when play resumes.
I do think it should have been suspended sooner, but even that’s not my beef. What has me steamed boils down to the following:
